Pajama Jam and Three Pairs of Shorts

I always forget what I've posted before, so if I tend to repeat myself, especially now, please forgive me.  I am incredibly scattered.  I drove from my office to our main office with a co-worker the other day, which is about a 4-1/2 minute drive.  During that time I told her the same story twice, and didn't realize it until I was partway through the story the second time.  She was nice enough not to say anything, except for to be sympathetic when I realized what I was doing.  Home and baby is stressful, but honestly the worst of it is work.  There is so much transition, so much drama, and so much anticipation surrounding my near departure (8-1/2 more work days to go since I'm taking 1-1/2 days of vacation this week!).

This week was the NFL rookie premiere in Los Angeles for Carmen, and Julia is out of town, so I've been doing drop off and pick-up at Dorkis' house, and on one night, dinner and bedtime, by myself.  It's generally okay, because (as I've said a million times and I'll say it a million more) we just have the best kid ever.  Even when he's a whiny snotty mess, he's not really that bad.

Here are some highlights from the week:

Jayden dipping his TACO in BARBECUE sauce.  I. Can't. Even.

                                                    

 

Pajama day at Dorkis' house.  Al the kids had their pajamas on, for naptime they all slept in a pile in the playroom, it was very cute.  And Jayden was so excited about it.

Pretty much my favorite giggle ever.  Much to my mom's chagrin, probably, I taught Jayden about slurping his milk.  He actually started it, but didn't know what that "weird noise" was.  So I explained and then we kept doing it.  And since I got this wonderful giggle, I wasn't going to stop...

And he found his comb this week and has combed his hair a few nights.  It's awesome, because his hair is rather long right now, so combing it really amplifies the 'fro.

You can kind of see my really pregnant belly in this video.  I kept trying to stay out of the picture, but it was tough.

Wearing three pairs of shorts, because, well, why not?  I had no good reason to say "no," and this was a battle not worth fighting.  So we put on three pairs of shorts this morning.  We took three pairs off at swim class.  We put three pairs back on after swim class.  We took three pairs off for bedtime (after some pretty amazing dancing - see below).  And probably all three need to be washed, considering it was a rather warm day today and Jayden doesn't exactly sit still.

And the dancing:

It's not quite the "my adidas" dance, but it's pretty close to it.  And this has some extra moves thrown in, so it's actually even better.  I will forever encourage this kid to dance - it's so awesome.

We had an amazing "you know you have a three year old when" moment today.  First, I rarely get to go to the bathroom by myself.  No matter how short of a time I'm in there, Jayden usually figures it out in time to come join me.  This morning was no exception.  But while he was in there chatting with me, he figured out how to lock the door to the bathroom.  I didn't pay much attention to it, but then, as we were leaving, he closed the door.  Without unlocking it.  So the door in his bathroom, to his toilet and his bathtub, was locked shut from the inside.  And we were on the outside.  Thank goodness he didn't lock himself in there alone - that would have been a whole lot worse - but still.  We only have two working bathrooms as it is.  And he likely would refuse to bathe in our bathtub.  Carmen and I tried picking the lock with a bobby pin and a hanger, Carmen tried to pry the doorknob off - nothing worked.  And somehow there were no screws holding the doorknob on, so we couldn't even easily take the doorknob off.  Finally, I pulled out this eyeglasses screwdriver my mom gave me years ago (one of the best gifts ever, by the way, Mom - I can't tell you how many times that thing has come in handy) and started prying the little hole where the lock was and turning it until it clicked - and voila!  I did it!  I was so proud of myself.  But we will shortly be removing all doorknobs that can lock, because, well, yeah.  The idea of that happening with a kid inside the room is just not okay.

Jayden is still excited about his baby sister.  And he knows it's just about June, and that's when his baby sister comes, so he keeps asking me "when."  I keep telling him we *hope* we have at least two more weeks - more to get the construction on the house further along than anything - but that we really don't know.  Clearly that is not a satisfactory answer for a three year old.  Today the guys at our house worked a really long day, especially for a Saturday and drywalled the entire downstairs.  The bathroom and the bedroom should be pretty much ready for occupation (except for substitute carpet on the bedroom floor since we're going to do all the carpet at once) before the end of this week.  Our contractor is being sensitive to the impending due date and wanted to make sure we had at least one extra bedroom, maybe even two, that we could use for family who come to visit for the birth or shortly thereafter.  It won't be perfectly comfortable, but it will be better than our current situation, I promise!

According to my doctor, I am officially full term - 37 weeks as of yesterday.  One of my apps says "full term" isn't until 39 weeks, but everyone can come up with a different rule, and the overall important message is that if baby girl decided to come anytime soon, she'd be fine.  Her brain and lungs will just continue to mature the longer she's in my womb.  She weighs around 6-1/3 pounds, maybe up to 7 pounds.  She is about 19-21 inches long.  She really won't grow much more in length at this point, but may put on another pound or two, depending on how long she stays in.

I am definitely feeling contractions, but they are very irregular, so I am sure they are Braxton-Hicks contractions.  They sometimes take my breath away a little, and my stomach feels incredibly tight when they happen, but then it relaxes and I don't feel another one for a while.  I still feel her move regularly, although the movements are different, most likely because she's so much bigger.  Some are more painful - as in arms or legs pushing into organs or areas that just aren't comfortable.

My doctor visit last week was uneventful, except that the nurse practitioner expressed concern that baby girl is breech.  This should be in the top 5 of things you don't say to a 37-week pregnant lady unless you know it for absolutely positively sure.  I've spent whatever free time I can find this week googling how to tell if your baby is breech and pushing on various parts of my stomach trying to figure out if the big bump I feel is a head or a booty (as our three year old says).  I really don't know.  I'll be at the doctor again Monday, since I'm now on the weekly visit schedule, and the nurse practitioner said my doctor would check baby girl's position then, so hopefully I'll know for sure. And if she is breech, I'm crossing all my fingers and toes that I can turn her around in the next two or three weeks.    The nurse practitioner did say it's possible I'm just carrying high, and I swear I feel the hiccups down by my hips, not up under my rib cage, but how am I supposed to know really.  Today I decided she's sideways.  Which is also no good.

I didn't take an official bump picture this week.  I'll try to get one in the next couple of days.  I hope everyone is having a great weekend!